I am restless, eager to move on..
to grow again and to face the sun's fire
And to let all impurities melt away.
Slowly as I pick my way forward I find myself curious..
Do I need to let go or disentangle myself...
I
remember standing in a tall forest, seashell wave sounds came to me as
the wind crested the trees. Like some small creature of the kelp forest I
gazed up at the branches, the sense of a world above them was strong.
Tonight
I feel I am ashore, perhaps in a fibro shack behind the dunes. Or could
I be high on a grassy hill. The world has shrunken to my own four walls
and the sounds of the ocean of wind.
